"Clover," Andrew started softly. "Baby, if you wanted to play dirty, all you had to do was ask," Andrew said, trailing his hand up the side of my neck, making me stiffen. His hand went into my wig and before I could even react to what was happening, it was already too late. He pulled the back of my shirt and sprayed whip cream all down my back. I gasped, jumping away, not missing the huge whiff of cream that was suddenly sprayed all over my hair.
My jaw was stuck completely open. "Andrew Carter," I gasped.
"Oops," he said, smirking, before pretending to look at a nonexistent clock on his wrist.
"Look at the time," he said, shaking his head and tapping his wrist. "Guess we should change so you can get started on my homework and not get food all over my furniture."
"You're just scared because you were losing," I retorted, crossing my arms over my sticky chest.
"No, no, no," he said, shaking his head and putting one arm over my shoulder. "Haven't you ever heard of the saying, stop while you're ahead?" he asked, doing a little wave with his other hand as if there was something in the air that said those words and his hand was underlining them.
"Hey, you haven't always had blond highlights, have you?" Andrew asked suddenly, picking up a piece of my real hair that must have fallen out of my braids.
"Yeah, I got them last year but they're starting to fade," I lied, thinking quickly on the spot.
"Really? I've never noticed," he said, dropping the piece.
I gave him a wry smile. "It's not like you've known me or even ever really noticed me before," I said, stepping away. "Not that that's exactly a bad thing," I mumbled under my breath.
"Well, I think the blond goes well with you," he said as our eyes made contact. "I'm gonna go take a shower cause I smell like ranch and cupcakes so I will be back. If you want, you can go wash up in that bathroom," Andrew said before disappearing for a minute. He reappeared with a pair of black, skinny collegiate pants and a black t-shirt.
"Cool, thanks," I said and he sent me a nod before heading back upstairs. The bathroom was easy to find, but I didn't feel comfortable showering in someone else's house so I wiped myself off with the small washrag as much as I could before changing. As I pulled up the pants, they fit surprisingly well, but the shirt wasn't exactly my favorite, as it was tight on my boobs. I sighed before removing my wig and rinsing it out. It didn't take long, since I decided to only get out what I could for the moment before going through the process of putting it back on.
"This outfit looks awful on me," I muttered to myself as I exited the bathroom. I wondered if he had a shirt I could borrow because it was clear his sister was a bit smaller than me.
"Hey, nerd, I just noticed something," Andrew said, glancing up at me while cleaning the kitchen.
"What? That you're a jerk?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.